Paradise for $13,000

Brandon Grimshaw sent himself to a deserted island and lived there for 50 years.
As a result, the grown-up piece of sushi turned into a paradise corner, which Grimshaw tried to buy for $ 50 million.
He did not sell.
And this is why...
When Brandon Grimshaw was forty, he quit his job as a newspaper editor and began a new life. For $13,000 he bought a tiny deserted island in the Seychelles and moved there forever.
No human foot has been on the island for 50 years. Brandon's new possessions were so thick in grass that the cocos that fell from the trees could not reach the ground.
At first, Grimshaw could not even get around the island – he had to sail to the opposite end in a boat.
As the true Robinson believes, Brandon has found a companion from among the Aborigines.
His name was René Lafortin. Together with René Brandon began to furnish his new home.
While René only visited the island periodically, Brandon lived on it for decades without leaving anywhere. and alone.
In 39 years, Grimshaw and Lafortin planted 16,000 trees and built 5 kilometers of paths.
In 2007, René Lafortin died, and Brandon remained on the island alone.
He was 81 years old.
It attracted 2,000 new bird species to the island and brought more than a hundred giant turtles that were on the verge of extinction in the rest of the world (including the Seychelles).
Thanks to Grimshaw's efforts, the once deserted island now houses two-thirds of the Seychelles' fauna.
For some time, Brandon even tried to search for gold on the island - according to rumors, pirates buried countless treasures there.
So nothing to find, he returned to what he did best - to take care of nature.
An abandoned piece of earth turned into a paradise. A few years ago, the prince of Saudi Arabia offered Brandon Grimshaw $50 million for the island, but Robinson refused. “I don’t want a rich island to become a favorite vacation destination.
It’s better to be a national park that everyone can enjoy.”
In 2008, the island was declared a national park. Grimshow was delighted by all visitors. Just hanged for the chance a sign: “Respect the turtles, there is a possibility that they are older than you.”
Journalists began to come to the island to listen to amazing stories and take interviews, several people even made documentaries about Brandon.
One of them came out on the eve of Brandon’s death in August last year. He was 86 years old.
In one later interview, Grimshaw was asked if he ever felt lonely. “Yes, only one time.
I was photographing a room in London,” he said.

We expect women to work as if they had no children. To raise children as if they have no work. They seem like they have no children or work.

Once I went home through the park, and suddenly I noticed something strange among the trees. I get closer, I look in, and I see that they are fucking — a guy with a girl standing with cancer and holding hands at a tree. There was a storm of emotions in my head, "as it is possible" and "you have shaken something," and then suddenly something came, as if it was straight from above, the illumination. I thought it wasn’t my business. And went on.

The only reason there are pyramids in Egypt is that they are too heavy to be transported to the British Museum.

Yesterday we were at the workshop. One drops some important thing on the floor. Mother, it slides, and here the cloth on the ass breaks. The second melancholy: “Hands are cut...”

Millions of teenagers want to save our planet from pollution. Millions of their parents want them to start it from their room.

In his young years, he decided to make pasta for the first time, because his father was stuck in quake 3 and saving the starving people was the work of the starving people themselves.

I put water, boiled, took a pack of pasta, read from behind as needed, salted, tossed, stunned, and here the item "To cook until ready." I did not understand.

Baaatya, how do you know how to cook before you are ready? How much time?

A scream from the room:

Ready to eat them!

There were no more questions.

When a child hugs you, you feel the touch of God.

There was a fellow student with whom there was no connection for 20 years, if not more. I found my bikes on the internet and guessed that I was me. They chose time with him to post-talk, organized a video conference with a bottle on each side of the monitor.
How on its own? I ask. Like a child, like a child?

Elenka is Volodina’s wife, she also studied with us. They had such a love in high school – the walls were shaking. Literally shaken, neighbors in the dormitory witness.

Same is okay. There are three grandchildren, three grandchildren, and a fourth is planned. The elephant is dead.
Sorry, I did not know.
In general, this is a positive story. They lived long and happy and all that. When she became ill, her son was still in the ninth class and her daughter was in the sixth. They were late, we first bought an apartment, and then we took them. It was always checked on clocks, mammograms, tests and everything that was recommended. Olga is very organized. She kept a diary all her life, starting from eighth grade. From the hand, in such thick notebooks with springs. I bought these notebooks for 100 or 200 pieces and I recorded something every day. Not everybody, but once a week.

Well, it was checked, checked and suddenly - the crashes, immediately the third stage. They did MRI - there are also metastases, that is, the fourth. Doing the operation is meaningless, say goodbye. We are, of course, there and there, in this dispenser, in that, in Germany, in Israel. In Israel, such a Russian doctor says: "I can't cure it, it's late, but I will try to extend life. Do you want?” As in a hotel with hourly payment: “Will you extend?” – “We will” – “For how much?” – “For all!”

There is, says the doctor, a chemotherapy protocol, entirely new, just tested. Drop hell poison once every three weeks. At a price, of course, like the Crimean bridge. How much time to do? And for the rest of life, how much the body will endure. It lasts who year, who two, more than four so far has not been done. It is chemistry, not vitamins.

We signed up for this chemistry. Later it turned out that in Moscow it is also done, and even for free, by OMS. You just have to find the right doctor and convince him. Not really vitamins. I understand why people don’t last long. On the day of droplessness, the feeling is normal. The second day was bad. And from the third to the seventh, only to die sooner. Nausea suddenly turns out, all organs and even bones hurt, it is impossible to breathe, all joints are broken, all mucous membranes are inflamed and bleed, neither to sit nor to lie down, neither to eat nor to drink, nor vice versa. And then two weeks like nothing, until the next dropper.

And in this mode she lived not a year, not two, not even four, but almost eleven. Three dissertations were written on it, doctors came to see from other cities – a unique case. She cried that he would not see how Yurk would finish school, and he had time to finish the institute, get married and have two children. Yulia graduated from the university and married her mother. I and Olynka visited half the world, all the theatrical premieres were all touring. Previously, everything was postponed, it was spent on repairs, then on future cars-apartments for children, and then I didn't care about the money. There are them, there are not them – I am a man, I will earn. If you want to go to Paris, go to Paris. You just need to guess to fly off on the eighth or ninth day after the dropper, and return to the next. Choose a route without physical activity. We didn’t have to go to Kilimanjaro, but we went to Kenya on a safari. There is good, the car is lucky, the giraffes themselves climb the window.

“Woloda,” I ask, “why do you think Olya lasted so long and others couldn’t?” Others also have children, everyone wants to stay with them longer. Just lucky or what?
Luckily of course. Plus the right lifestyle, there was good health before the beginning of chemistry. But the most important thing is her diary. She is responsible, every small thing has to be brought to an end. When the chemistry began, there were about a quarter of empty pages left in the next notebook. And when she cried that she could no longer, that she would refuse the next chemistry, that it was better to die than to suffer so much, I told her, "Here, write this notebook to the end, and then I will let you go, die for health." And the notebook did not end and did not end, so it remained printed for three quarters.
How is it?
Do you remember the story “The Last Letter”? There, the girl decided that she would die when the last leaf of plush fell out of the window. But he did not fall, and she also held on and eventually recovered. And then I learned that this last sheet was not real, the artist painted it on the wall.
I remember this story in English school.
We too. Well, I decided, what am I worse than that artist? I’ll give her the last note too. I slowly inserted clean sheets at the end of the notebook. And the written out of the middle was removed, so that the notebook did not appear too thick and always had three-fourths of the written out, a quarter empty. She gradually guessed that there was something dirty here, but didn’t find out anything. I saw it as a small miracle. So I wrote this last quarter of the notebook for eleven years.

Listen, I am a type of writer. I wonder how people feel when death is so close. What was there in that notebook?
Nothing on this topic. If you read it, you won’t even know that she was sick. She wrote about Paris, about giraffes. That Yulka has five, and Yurk seems to have a quarrel with a girl. A recipe for broccoli soup.
Can I post this story on the internet?
and valley.
You know, people don’t like the negative. They want stories to end well. Should I write that she is dead? As if we were talking to you not now, but when Olya was still alive. I conclude with the fact that she is 57, and that 58 will never be, I will be silent.
What is the difference? What if you don’t write that she’s dead, people will think she’s immortal? Readers are not fools, they will understand that this is still a story with a happy ending.
“You don’t understand, Volod, the principles of network literature. But it’s your business, I’ll write as it is.

Here I wrote. I dedicate this story to the bright memory of O.A. Jeremy.

The State Duma unified the laws “On the valet” and “On the rubber” into a single law “On construction”.

The daughter in the cartoon heard the phrase "I am crazy about love" and decided to find out this issue with us. I sit with my wife and eat lunch. The girl approaches and asks:

“Daddy, did you go crazy right after you saw your mom, or did you get crazy after you got married?

Last week I sat in the framework, I wrote an application for a vacation, in the neighboring office (doors open) the master, Tanya, a woman of 35, talks with a newly adopted cotton of forty:

“Andrew, can you go out tonight?

I can’t work at night, I have supervision.

In other words, what kind of supervision?

I was released recently.

I understand. What was he sitting for?

for murder.

Not easier yet. Will you not kill us?

The man thought for ten seconds and replied:

and no.

No thanks in your pocket.
Thank you, it doesn’t even fit in the safe.

In the courtyard in 1991. The son of a Moscow businessman was abducted. I will not tell all the details, only a few details. When transferring money to the intermediary for the hostage ($6,000, at the time a fairly large amount), my task was to stop in the taxi cab (from a nearby bandit called with a message that the money was in his possession) and by clicks of the rotating disk (plus looking) to count the number, transfer it to the technical service for the "through address".
Today, Sasha’s daytime was attended by an employee of the technical department of the Vimpel unit, who worked with us very often (they had and remain the best technical equipment). So, 30 years later, today he decided to ask the question that tormented him all these years: “WHOW????” You did it wrongly, right?” The violin’s musical hearing, visual attention and, of course, responsibility for the hostage’s life.
So we worked.
The boy was released a few hours later, his father later sent him away from sin to London, and I wrote with this guy for another ten years.
Yes is. As a gift from the father of the liberated boy, she received Poison perfumes, over which she cried, because she believed that she did not deserve them, but only performed her professional and official duty. The boy’s father disagreed. I gave my perfume to my mom.
This is how my music education in the class of scripture helped me.

Elena Rifenschtal

And you also have clothes hanging in the closet that you do not wear, and the one you wear hangs on the back of the chair, on the door, on the back of the bed, in general, anywhere but not in the closet?